Time is a burden, this is what I truly
I have a bad habit. Something I've been doing it since I
was a young girl, and I can't seem to control it.
"Everyone's excited to see a new face around here, you've
got all the young girls talking." The odd looking mover
says, commenting on the teens watching from across the
street as he unloads another box from the truck.
"Hmph! You should tell these girls you seem to
know so well, that I don't wish to be fodder for their
empty lives. Now, is it possible can you do your job
without all the extra chatter?" I hiss, staring daggers
His plump cheeks drop and begin to redden but, I turn
away before he can think of a reply and begin making my
way through the gate's of my new home. The Azura Hotel,
an apartment complex for the super elite. A place where
only the chosen best can live, or at least that's what
the public is meant to believe.
I've come here for one specific reason, to be alone. Not
that I couldn't get that at home. Many people have lived
with me over the years but they've always remained
strangers to me, even my own family. The only real
attention I'd get was pity, and I don't want anymore of
that. But here, perhaps I can truly be alone. It's better
for everyone this way.
"Mya! You've arrived. Welcome."
My old neighbor Edward Wriston surprises me from behind,
candy bar in hand and still dressed in his sleep wear.
"Yes I've arrived and thank you. But haven't I told you
many, many times before that my name is Somya, not Mya.
And even though we have been neighbors in the past,
perhaps acquaintances, that doesn't mean you can be so
informal with me."
I continue towards the hotel, again not waiting for a
response. This is my bad habit. I've never been open with
other's, no one has ever shown me how, and at this point
I'm too afraid to get hurt if I do. This ignorant
insecurity is a habit I've picked up from my father, for
when the other children wouldn't play with me because of
my family or just plain hating my face. And it's stuck
with me ever since. Like a tumor, or herpes.
"This is all you've brought?"
Edward asks, ignoring my words from before he walks past
me and holds the door open so I can pull the heavy
suitcases through the door. I see he still keeps his hair
quite shaggy, it's almost to his neck. He's always been a
lazy soul,but I like it, he's not afraid to be himself.
"The movers will do the rest. But don't waste time
worrying about me Edward, I can take care of myself, and
we're practically strangers."
"Ha! No we're not, actually I remember us spending lots
of time together back when we were children. And you
don't seem to have changed much, still have that sour
patch look about you. Are you still a catty little witch?
Do you remember that cute little apology letter you wrote
after we had a fight? I still have it somewhere."
I freeze painfully embarrassed and stiffly turn to face
"Throw it away, now! I was simply practicing my
handwriting, nothing more."
He scoffs and keeps walking alongside me. I had forgotten
how resilient Edward was, nothing can really gets to him.
Save his mother. She had died back when he was eight and
a year later a boy made an ignorant comment about her
which caused Edward to break his nose and right
cheekbone. I would've never imagined he had such a dark
But back to the point, that must be the reason he alone
out of all the children we attendant school with still
speaks to me. I hope he will remain himself in the
future, and maybe once I fix what's broken inside me we
can be real friends.
"You still have your tiny chest as well. Not much has
Together we get onto the elevator after a long and
painfully silent thirty seconds, where I contemplate
taking a certain jerk off this planet but ultimately
decide against it, and ride up to the fourth floor.
"I'm just below on third so feel free to call on me if
you need help with anything, or just need some company,
okay?" He says remaining on the elevator, while I get
Turning back slightly, I give him a half-assed thank you
and remind him not to worry only to receive another scoff
and a smirk before the doors close. Maybe I can practice
my communication skills on him,or kill him, and then by
the time school starts I won't be completely alienated
within the first week. Though I highly doubt it.
Stopping at a big white door, with the Roman numeral four
above it, I notice a second door at the end of the
hallway. I'd expected to have an entire floor to myself,
so what is this smaller apartment for? Or better yet, who
is it for? Without a second thought I walk over and bang
on the door, but I get no answer. I continue a few more
times, but nothing. It must be empty, I suppose it
doesn't matter then as long as no one moves in.
Once inside my new apartment I smile at the sight of all
the space. It's basically a house squished onto one
floor, and its all mine. I follow the hallway to the
master bedroom that has been already decorated in lime
green and redwood like I'd requested. I immediately start
unpacking my effects. Posters, books, and such. I'm going
to be so happy here, no one to dictate my day's or my
choice's. No one to offer their pity to the girl in the
corner, I don't need that anymore. I'm going to change, I
just need some time.
Then just as I'm setting up my desk a knock sounds at the
door. It must be the movers, so I hurry back to the
living room and swing it open. But it isn't one of the
workers waiting for me on the other side. Instead I find
a tall blonde, and mind-blowingly gorgeous, man waiting.
He's dressed in black Armani, with a katana at his hip
and burning golden eye's that suggest he isn't exactly
Before he open his mouth to speak I know who he is, why
he's here and who that's smaller apt belongs to. My
family has gotten me a damned personal guard.
Suddenly he skillfully drops into one knee and bows his
"Miss Douglas, I am Kyro your new gua-" Before he can
finish I shut the door in his face.
This can't be! There must be some mistake. I was meant to
be alone, and I can't do that with some man constantly
shadowing me! Now can I!? Finding the landline, I dial my
fathers number in with vigorous resolve.
"You promised father."
"No, you demanded it and then walked away without the
answer. You already know our custom, if you want to live
out there alone you must have a guardian. Now, unless you
intend to come home, that is all that needs to be said on
the matter. Sign the contract Somya, and take care.
After he hangs up on me, I stand with the phone in my
hand for a long time, my brain on pause. Taken back
momentarily to the cold rage I've become accustomed to.
But then I take a deep breath and slam the phone back on
its hook. He's the cold one, I hate him so much, I can't
let his venom affect me anymore! I don't need his
guardian and if I don't want one, I will not have one. I
moved away because I wanted independence and that is
exactly what I will have. No contract will be signed
today, or EVER!!!
I figure this Kyro person has gone by now, since I so
rudely shut the door in his face but I don't care enough
to look. Instead I retract my footsteps back to my new
bedroom and continue unpacking. I really don't need a
babysitter, I never have before. I can't see the point in
one now. I can protect myself just fine should the need
arise, and besides, no one especially my father has ever
cared much for me.
The servants were the only one's asking me about my day,
or even tried to get to know me. But that was before I
reminded them they were never given the privilege of
speaking to me and that there only insects in my eyes.
Which I didn't mean, but still said.
I sigh, this communicating thing is going to be much
harder than I had originally expected. And now I have to
add this B.S. into the mix. Why can't anything be simple?
But I suppose after all the hurtful things I've said and
done to others, it would be ignorant to think I can just
pick up and start being Oprah. My pale skin and grey eyes
wouldn't allow it anyway. I giggle to myself, brushing a
strand of hair from my face, before realizing that once
again I'm laughing alone in my bedroom. So I start to
cry. Silently, of course. And I keep crying for what
seems like hours, until my chest is heavy and my eyes
swollen before I finally just lay down against the plush
cream colored carpet and fall asleep.
I wake up sweating, my head cloudy and my mouth dry.The
sun has gone and the moon now sets in its place. Another
bad dream, the one where I'm stuck in a dark hole and no
one cares enough to save me. I've already drove them away
with my sour attitude and sharp tongue.
But I it isn't anything new, the nightmare's always come
when I'm stressed out, which is quite often, so they've
become a normal part of my life at this point. Not that I
would love to have a normal nights sleep, but the closest
I've ever come to that is when I over took my medicine
and lapsed into a small coma.
Slowly I climb off the floor and stretch out my aching
back, I don't mind sleeping on the floor at time's but
man do I hate the consequences. Huh, I need to stop
getting stressed out so easily. Actually, I perhaps
should be happy father cared enough to even go through
the trouble of finding me a guardian. Its really the most
attention than I've gotten from him in months. Maybe he
does care, in his own way. Doesn't mean I going to accept
this Kyro character into my life. He probably hates me by
now anyway, and if not then I'm sure he eventually would
if he'd spent even half a day with me. I'm hopeless, a
smart mouthed little cow.
In the kitchen, I down a small glass of water and head
into the living room.Luckily the rest of my boxes have
been left stacked up by the couch. I check the time on my
watch, quarter past midnight so the dining room should
still be open. Tomorrow I can go food shopping, but the
aches in my stomach are telling me I won't make it till
then. So I dig though a few boxes of clothes until I find
something comfortable to wear, shower quickly and wrap my
dark hair into a single braid down my back. Usually I
would never leave my room dressed so loosely, but I
figure I won't see anyone this late anyway so I should be
I consider unpacking the rest of my things before
leaving, I hate to leave a mess laying about, but I
decide to just get dinner and bring it back with me. I've
never been allowed to do so before but, now that I live
alone, I make my own choices. And I can be a little
naughty if I want.
"Ah!" I wail as I open the door to Kyro leaning against
the wall opposite my front door, patiently waiting.
Looking not the least bit tired or even annoyed, more
like bored, until he spots me and he expression switches
to happiness. Like he's actually thrilled to be seeing me
again. Immediately he stands and straightens from his
relaxed position against the wall, smooths down his
jacket, and bows once more.
I consider slamming the door on him but then think twice,
he's been here for so long, I should at least tell him I
don't need him. And I fear if I don't he may die out
"Miss Douglas. I'm Kyro, your new guardian. I am to
oversee your daily life and protect you with my own. I
promise to do so with all my strength. My life is yours."
"I don't want it." I command blankly as I turn to close
the door behind me.
Kyros head pops up in surprise.
"I don't,I don't understand. Are you saying you don't
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
His slight smile disappears and his head drops back into
"Then," He begins, while slowly unsheathing his sword. A
spark of fear lights my heart, but only for a second
before he places the sharpened Katana in my hands, "I beg
you to dispose of me."
I look down at the blade, something's inscribed in the
hilt but in a language I don't recognize, then back to
"...You want me to disp- What!?!"